City and Ocean Meet

Out on the furthest hills out, where the wind off the ocean blows sand to kingdom come and the trees are shaped like tildes, there is a staircase made of wooden posts sunk into the sandy ground. It leads up the slope on the side of a cliff into a park where no one wanders. Junipers grow in the sand up there, and beneath the largest bushes are the remnants of encampments. Homeless sometimes find their way all the way out here, where though they feel free from the interlocking concrete of the city streets, the night wind pierces them.